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Lemme tell ya, tho—once saw this chick, all tatted up, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “She’s a hustler, for real.” Asked her story—ran away at 16, been grindin’ since. Made me happy, weirdly—she owned it, no fake vibes. Reminded me of Oskar sayin’, “I’m scared, but I’ll stay.” Guts, yo! But then I’m pissed—system failed her, fam! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s twisted.

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